Zombie Paris (Open)
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Name:Alex "FUBAR" Cravens
Age:26
Background:An american army grunt selected to be covertly dropped into Paris to gather intel on some sort of Nazi super weapon. He speaks basic French and is fluent in German these are what qualified him for a mission he did not want. When he landed just outside the city he killed a guard and took his uniform. Ever since he has blended in with the platoon stationed near the eiffle tower as a new transfer.
Weapons:Scoped Kar98k, Walther P38
Age:26
Background:An american army grunt selected to be covertly dropped into Paris to gather intel on some sort of Nazi super weapon. He speaks basic French and is fluent in German these are what qualified him for a mission he did not want. When he landed just outside the city he killed a guard and took his uniform. Ever since he has blended in with the platoon stationed near the eiffle tower as a new transfer.
Weapons:Scoped Kar98k, Walther P38
Apologies for the hour and a half of delay, I was having dinner with a family friend but there is really no excuse.
Okay! The RP will now start. Please note that all quips and comments must be kept inside spoiler tags at all times. There will be no god-modding, there will be no overt munchikin-ing and Mary Sue-ing WILL be punished. Above all, have fun!
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You slip through the Parisian rain, the constant drumming beating in tune with your nervous heart. If the Nazi patrols caught you after dark like this, in the seedy districs overrun by the Resistance, you would be shot. The directions relayed to you by courier are in the forefront of your mind as you briskly stride along alleyways and backstreets bordered by degenerating buildings, some scarred by bombs or bullets. You reach a certain door, and give 5 knocks. A slot in the door opens at eye level, and a pair of eyes accusingly stares at you.
"La vache saute par-dessus la lune" you hastily mumble, and you are quickly ushered inside.
The atmosphere is crowded and confusing, with Resistance members stacked up to just in front of the door. You can't see them, but a speaker is giving a speech in French to the crowd and has them all listening, rapt.
"... Nous avons appris que les oppresseurs nazis se mobilisent une nouvelle arme à utiliser contre le peuple de Paris. Nous avons peu de détails, mais nous savons qu'il est terrible dans la nature et doit être arrêté immédiatement. Je propose qu'un groupe de la Résistance-[footnote]...we have received word that the Nazi oppressors are mobilizing a new weapon to be used against the people of Paris. We have few details, but we know that it is terrible in nature and must be stopped at once. I propose that a Resistance force of-[/footnote]"
Their speech is quickly cut short as a resounding bang and screaming erupts out of sight to the right of the recessed doorway you are packed into. The door is flung open by the doorman and people rush terrified into the night, pushing you across into the wall and preventing you from leaving. When the rushing past of bodies stops, you find that the door has been locked and there is no way out. A group of armed Resistance members quickly shuffle into the doorway and are surprised to find you there, a middle-aged man quickly placing a finger over his lips to indicate silence.
Everyone stops breathing as suddenly a bestial growl echoes from the right, made by something not animal but instead crazed with pain and insanity. Everyone peeks out into the room, and sees three hunched figures stumble across and over fallen chairs, tables and the occasional corpse. Their skin is a mottled grey, and they constantly drool a dark-purplish fluid while growling a hideous mumble. A Nazi officer in heavy leather padding over his whole body brandishes a cattle prod, every so often zapping one of the dead-looking shamblers as they stop to sniff a body.
Okay! The RP will now start. Please note that all quips and comments must be kept inside spoiler tags at all times. There will be no god-modding, there will be no overt munchikin-ing and Mary Sue-ing WILL be punished. Above all, have fun!
The Cast
Name: Curtis Akkenai (dragon_of_red)
Age: 27
Backround: An Australian Combat Medic. Was lent to the French in good faith to send more soldiers down to help, since he could already speak french. He has spent 5 years in fighting, after he had finished his medical training, his friend convinced him to join the Army. He was picked in an elite group to go to France to help them out, as Good faith until they could train more soldiers to help them out.
He is stationed in Paris since that is where the least medics were. Si far he has not been in any serious conflicts, and hasn't had to shoot an enemy yet. Being a Medic he was not trained to be so proficient with a weapon, but he manages well enough in theory in the training room
Weapons: Walther PPK and an MP 40. Carries around first aid supplies with him at all times.
Name: Ruebens van der Luffe (Beach_Sided)
Age: 33
Background:
Reubens is a well educated and multi-lingual (Dutch, English, French, German and Afrikaans) Dutchman who fled Holland during the invasion and was rescued by the resistance. Prior to the war starting he was a recently graduated Science Professor, specialising in Life Sciences, and had no experience of real combat before the war started. He did, however, serve in the Dutch army for 2 years when he was 18 to do his compulsary national service.
He is a reluctant soldier, having been forced into joining the resistance through circumstance rather than choice, although his language skills and science knowledge have proved useful so far. He has the nickname "beach" because he has scruffy blonde hair and olive skin, making him look like he's got a permanent sun tan.
Weapon:Walther P38 & Karabiner 98k
Name: Lucas Leroy (CloggedDonkey)
Age: 20
Background: A born anarchist, Lucas lived a relatively easy life under the rule of the easy going French. He found himself a well paying job as a musician in a cafe, lived in a downtown flat in Paris, and generally enjoyed life while still rebelling against the government in his own way. Then the Germans showed up. He lost his job and was forced into labor as part of a road crew. Then he found out about the resistance and instantly joined. The rest, as they say, is history.
Weapon: StG 44 and a Walther P38.
Name: Laurence le'Pont (Shanaar)
Age: 46
Background: A old French army soldier, Laurence had thought in the first world war. Laurence saw action at the battle of Verdun and the Somme. I these battle's, Laurence served as a machine gunner during those battle's. After the invasion from the germans, he quickly sought out old army friends from his so he could join the resistance.
While he was in the army, Laurence learned a rudimentary form of German and English.
Weapon: Modèle 1935 pistol & MG 42
Name:Albert "Fucking loon" Jacka (boris the sprinkler)
Age: 23
Background: Albert Jacka was born on a dairy farm near Winchelsea, Victoria on 10 January 1920 the fourth of seven children to Nathaniel Jacka and his English-born wife Elizabeth His family moved to Wedderburn, Victoria when he was five years old, where he attended the local school before working with his father as a haulage contractor. When world war two broke out, Jacka signed up for the army. he fought in france, Belgium, and Holland. When the Germans advanced on Paris, jacka was left behind, mostly because he never showed up at roll call on the day his unit shipped out, instead drinking his own body weight in beer in a shitty parisian bar.
Weapon:Lebel Model 1886 rifle and a Walther P38, he has a knife in his boot.
Name: George Harris (ToxicPirahna)
Age: 26
Background: A Royal Airforce Pilot. On a routine escort mission, George's Hurricane was shot down when they raid was rumbled by enemy night fighters. Bailing out George managed to land and evade capture until he was picked up by Resitance fighters. He was being smuggled back through France to be shipped back to Blighty, when he got caught up in Paris.
Weapon:Walther PPK + MP. 40
Name: Dominique Salliere (SwedishDude)
Age: 21
Background: Adopted and raised by a rich french family in Nice, she early fell in love with the world of technology, wich made her move to Paris to study it when she was in lycée. A few years after she graduated, the war begun. She joined the revolution and provided calculations on how they should build protection, weapons, and vehicles for safest use.
Weapon: Walther P38 and the MAS-36.
Name: Benjamin Fournier (BloodyThoughts)
Age: 25
Background: Ben was born Leon Schlienger in Strasbourg, Alsace, France. He grew up Catholic, but later became a Unitarian Universalist. He was drafted into the Nazi army despite being a Frenchman like many other "Malgre-nous." As an Alsatian, he spoke the German dialect Alsatian as fluently as French. It is said that he soon deserted, joined a group of French Resistance fighters, and became a double agent working for the French. He led a party of Nazis into an ambush, was shot in the arm, but survived.
Weapon: StG 44 and a Walther PPK
Name: Jean Prudhomme (roleplayguy)
Age: 36
Backrgound: The middle child of seven children born to humble, Catholic parents, Jean strode to better his life in any way he could, eventually leading him and his siblings to a life of crime. His first love was burglary, and after several years of honing his craft he extended his influence and power through legitimate family buisness and a small but lucrative protection racket with his brother Gabriel. Several of Paris' small Cigar Shops and Cafes operate entirely under his control. Today, Jean remains dedicated to his work and his family,though he lives without the prominent financial status he hoped to achieve by this point in his life (and with a much larger gut than he expected).
[Speaks French and limited English]
Weapon: Walter PPK Pistol, a set of lockpicks.
Name: Curtis Akkenai (dragon_of_red)
Age: 27
Backround: An Australian Combat Medic. Was lent to the French in good faith to send more soldiers down to help, since he could already speak french. He has spent 5 years in fighting, after he had finished his medical training, his friend convinced him to join the Army. He was picked in an elite group to go to France to help them out, as Good faith until they could train more soldiers to help them out.
He is stationed in Paris since that is where the least medics were. Si far he has not been in any serious conflicts, and hasn't had to shoot an enemy yet. Being a Medic he was not trained to be so proficient with a weapon, but he manages well enough in theory in the training room
Weapons: Walther PPK and an MP 40. Carries around first aid supplies with him at all times.
Name: Ruebens van der Luffe (Beach_Sided)
Age: 33
Background:
Reubens is a well educated and multi-lingual (Dutch, English, French, German and Afrikaans) Dutchman who fled Holland during the invasion and was rescued by the resistance. Prior to the war starting he was a recently graduated Science Professor, specialising in Life Sciences, and had no experience of real combat before the war started. He did, however, serve in the Dutch army for 2 years when he was 18 to do his compulsary national service.
He is a reluctant soldier, having been forced into joining the resistance through circumstance rather than choice, although his language skills and science knowledge have proved useful so far. He has the nickname "beach" because he has scruffy blonde hair and olive skin, making him look like he's got a permanent sun tan.
Weapon:Walther P38 & Karabiner 98k
Name: Lucas Leroy (CloggedDonkey)
Age: 20
Background: A born anarchist, Lucas lived a relatively easy life under the rule of the easy going French. He found himself a well paying job as a musician in a cafe, lived in a downtown flat in Paris, and generally enjoyed life while still rebelling against the government in his own way. Then the Germans showed up. He lost his job and was forced into labor as part of a road crew. Then he found out about the resistance and instantly joined. The rest, as they say, is history.
Weapon: StG 44 and a Walther P38.
Name: Laurence le'Pont (Shanaar)
Age: 46
Background: A old French army soldier, Laurence had thought in the first world war. Laurence saw action at the battle of Verdun and the Somme. I these battle's, Laurence served as a machine gunner during those battle's. After the invasion from the germans, he quickly sought out old army friends from his so he could join the resistance.
While he was in the army, Laurence learned a rudimentary form of German and English.
Weapon: Modèle 1935 pistol & MG 42
Name:Albert "Fucking loon" Jacka (boris the sprinkler)
Age: 23
Background: Albert Jacka was born on a dairy farm near Winchelsea, Victoria on 10 January 1920 the fourth of seven children to Nathaniel Jacka and his English-born wife Elizabeth His family moved to Wedderburn, Victoria when he was five years old, where he attended the local school before working with his father as a haulage contractor. When world war two broke out, Jacka signed up for the army. he fought in france, Belgium, and Holland. When the Germans advanced on Paris, jacka was left behind, mostly because he never showed up at roll call on the day his unit shipped out, instead drinking his own body weight in beer in a shitty parisian bar.
Weapon:Lebel Model 1886 rifle and a Walther P38, he has a knife in his boot.
Name: George Harris (ToxicPirahna)
Age: 26
Background: A Royal Airforce Pilot. On a routine escort mission, George's Hurricane was shot down when they raid was rumbled by enemy night fighters. Bailing out George managed to land and evade capture until he was picked up by Resitance fighters. He was being smuggled back through France to be shipped back to Blighty, when he got caught up in Paris.
Weapon:Walther PPK + MP. 40
Name: Dominique Salliere (SwedishDude)
Age: 21
Background: Adopted and raised by a rich french family in Nice, she early fell in love with the world of technology, wich made her move to Paris to study it when she was in lycée. A few years after she graduated, the war begun. She joined the revolution and provided calculations on how they should build protection, weapons, and vehicles for safest use.
Weapon: Walther P38 and the MAS-36.
Name: Benjamin Fournier (BloodyThoughts)
Age: 25
Background: Ben was born Leon Schlienger in Strasbourg, Alsace, France. He grew up Catholic, but later became a Unitarian Universalist. He was drafted into the Nazi army despite being a Frenchman like many other "Malgre-nous." As an Alsatian, he spoke the German dialect Alsatian as fluently as French. It is said that he soon deserted, joined a group of French Resistance fighters, and became a double agent working for the French. He led a party of Nazis into an ambush, was shot in the arm, but survived.
Weapon: StG 44 and a Walther PPK
Name: Jean Prudhomme (roleplayguy)
Age: 36
Backrgound: The middle child of seven children born to humble, Catholic parents, Jean strode to better his life in any way he could, eventually leading him and his siblings to a life of crime. His first love was burglary, and after several years of honing his craft he extended his influence and power through legitimate family buisness and a small but lucrative protection racket with his brother Gabriel. Several of Paris' small Cigar Shops and Cafes operate entirely under his control. Today, Jean remains dedicated to his work and his family,though he lives without the prominent financial status he hoped to achieve by this point in his life (and with a much larger gut than he expected).
[Speaks French and limited English]
Weapon: Walter PPK Pistol, a set of lockpicks.
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You slip through the Parisian rain, the constant drumming beating in tune with your nervous heart. If the Nazi patrols caught you after dark like this, in the seedy districs overrun by the Resistance, you would be shot. The directions relayed to you by courier are in the forefront of your mind as you briskly stride along alleyways and backstreets bordered by degenerating buildings, some scarred by bombs or bullets. You reach a certain door, and give 5 knocks. A slot in the door opens at eye level, and a pair of eyes accusingly stares at you.
"La vache saute par-dessus la lune" you hastily mumble, and you are quickly ushered inside.
The atmosphere is crowded and confusing, with Resistance members stacked up to just in front of the door. You can't see them, but a speaker is giving a speech in French to the crowd and has them all listening, rapt.
"... Nous avons appris que les oppresseurs nazis se mobilisent une nouvelle arme à utiliser contre le peuple de Paris. Nous avons peu de détails, mais nous savons qu'il est terrible dans la nature et doit être arrêté immédiatement. Je propose qu'un groupe de la Résistance-[footnote]...we have received word that the Nazi oppressors are mobilizing a new weapon to be used against the people of Paris. We have few details, but we know that it is terrible in nature and must be stopped at once. I propose that a Resistance force of-[/footnote]"
Their speech is quickly cut short as a resounding bang and screaming erupts out of sight to the right of the recessed doorway you are packed into. The door is flung open by the doorman and people rush terrified into the night, pushing you across into the wall and preventing you from leaving. When the rushing past of bodies stops, you find that the door has been locked and there is no way out. A group of armed Resistance members quickly shuffle into the doorway and are surprised to find you there, a middle-aged man quickly placing a finger over his lips to indicate silence.
Everyone stops breathing as suddenly a bestial growl echoes from the right, made by something not animal but instead crazed with pain and insanity. Everyone peeks out into the room, and sees three hunched figures stumble across and over fallen chairs, tables and the occasional corpse. Their skin is a mottled grey, and they constantly drool a dark-purplish fluid while growling a hideous mumble. A Nazi officer in heavy leather padding over his whole body brandishes a cattle prod, every so often zapping one of the dead-looking shamblers as they stop to sniff a body.
"Ahh fuck" said Jacka, taking a swig from a cheap bottle of wine. "Its the fuckin nazis" he slurred, fiddling with his pistol holster "Let me at em". After a few seconds of struggle, he managed to get his pistol out, and strode forwards, well not strode, more stumbled. "Git ya bloody Nazzzi out of here".
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EDIT:
Sure. It's up to you. You do have guns.dragon_of_red said:
EDIT:
Aaannd first Leroy of the RP.boris the sprinkler said:
Curtis, being one of the rare people who decided not to get drunk tonight, tackled Jacka down. "Are you stupid!?" he asked him, "They are obviously not just Nazi's!". He backed of off the man, half expecting to be shot. He walked to the window and crouched, so only the top of his head was visable, "In all my medical career, I have never seen anything so absurd" he said to no one in particuar, "They look really sick, but they treat them like dogs"
"Is this anytime for jokes!" Curtis snapped at George, "They look hurt. Or like a plague... Are... Are they using Biological warfare?"
"Zut alors...", Dominique whispers quietly to herself as the creatures slowly moving around, sniffing the dead as they roam.
This must be the new weapon they've concived...
She reaches down towards the holster she carries beside her at all times, and let's her fingers circle around the hard steel grip of her P38. As her hand has made a hold of the weapon, she slowly pulls it up, turns of the safety, and Points it out the window, with her eyes carefully aiming through the sights. She aimed for the chest of one of the creatures, and shoots two bullets towards it, ducking down again before she has seen the results of the attack.
<spoiler=OOC>Woah, I got ninjad by 6 posts...
This must be the new weapon they've concived...
She reaches down towards the holster she carries beside her at all times, and let's her fingers circle around the hard steel grip of her P38. As her hand has made a hold of the weapon, she slowly pulls it up, turns of the safety, and Points it out the window, with her eyes carefully aiming through the sights. She aimed for the chest of one of the creatures, and shoots two bullets towards it, ducking down again before she has seen the results of the attack.
<spoiler=OOC>Woah, I got ninjad by 6 posts...
"Sorry chap. We should see what they want before we try to help them though, whatever They have I don't wish to catch it." George replied to Curtis. Two bullets smashed through the windows and hit one of the creature. "Well so much for waiting" George remarked as he pulled his pistol from its chest holster.
Somehow managing to remain calmer than most, Beach peered back into the room to assess the situation. 'Whatever they are it looks like they are under the control of that Nazi soldier,' he whispered.
'We need to find a way to get that cattle prod,' Beach continued, whilst reaching for his Walther P38.
'We need to find a way to get that cattle prod,' Beach continued, whilst reaching for his Walther P38.
Curtis ducked as the glass shattered near him, he pulled out his pistol, not really eager to use it, so he stayed hidden by the now broken window, letting the actual soldiers take down the Nazi's.
George grabbed a bottle of spirits from behind the bar, he also grabbed a table cloth and ripped a length of it off then used it to bung the neck of the bottle. Tipping it to soak the material he created a home made fire bottle. Pulling out his lighter he held both ready.
Beach turned to look at the armed Resistance guards, hoping they would have steady hands and a clear view of the creatures.
'What are you waiting for?' he said, 'shoot them.'
'What are you waiting for?' he said, 'shoot them.'
"Pour l'amour des dieux, il se sent comme nous avons à faire tout par nous-mêmes ici!"For the love of god, it feels like we have to do everything by ourselves here!, Dominique said, as she took her bolt operated rifle off her back, stood up, leaned forward against the rifle, and fired. She felt the recoil slam back against her shoulder, as she ducked once again, waiting for a scream of pain to see if she had hit. As she waited, she pulled back the bolt to eject the shell, and then put in a new round.
Curtis saw George light a molotov coctail, and suddenly felt very unsafe right near the window. He scrambeled up, running for more cover further away, shooting blindly backwards as he ran. He dived mehind a table, hiding there now instead of the window.
George stood up and looked through the smashed window. Holding the bottle at an angle he flicked open his lighter and sparked it. The flame took a second to stabalise. Dipping the flame against the soaking material he watched as the flame caught. Pulling his arm back he swung his fist forward, throwing the bottle at the feet of the Nazi officer. It shattered coating all three figures is flaming spirits.
Curtis watched as the three figures became alight, it didn't even seem to faze them. They just stood there, still onfire, like nothing was happening at all, they just carried on as usaul. One of them moaned an ungodly sound. What are these things he thought to himself.
"Why shahs tacklsih meh" jacka slurred. bending down,he picked out his knife from his boot. "Ish stabs shoush all"